Okay for those of you who haven't read Chapters 1 & 2 (shame shame shame), Melissa has come to her father's friend Robert with seduction in mind while her parents, Peter & Evelyn, are away for the weekend. Lissa has decided that Robert is the one she wants and, despite interruption after interruption, Little Lissa is determined to get him.
Once again I owe a huge debt to aussie_101 for all of his help and especially for his patience. As always I appreciate any and all positive/constructive criticism.
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"Robert! Thank God!"
Even though Robert was holding the phone to his ear, Melissa could hear the sound of her father's worried voice. Robert closed his eyes as he contemplated the scene of talking to his friend while said friend's daughter sat topless astride his lap. But they soon flew open as Peter's words penetrated the rising tide of shame he was feeling.
Melissa cringed as Robert's gaze narrowed on her. Feeling exposed, she crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare, her eyes large and anxious.
"You mean she didn't call you?"
Melissa groaned and closed her own eyes.
Oops
. Robert jiggled his legs, signaling her to look at him.
"No...no man. Relax." He calmed her father. "She's here. She locked herself out of the house and came here for the spare set of keys."
She tried to smile encouragingly but could only manage a sickened grimace before Robert was handing the phone to her. Unable to easily locate her own shirt, she grabbed his and held it over her naked breasts before taking the phone. With a deep breath, she tried to affect a cheery tone.
"Hi Daddy." She tried to disentangle herself from Robert's lap while still clutching his shirt with one hand and the cell phone with the other. She couldn't help the small gasp that escaped when Robert's hand touched her hip to steady her. Her gaze shot to him and she found that he too, even in the midst of this situation, was affected by the touch.
"Um...sorry, what?" she asked, having lost track of the conversation she was supposed to be having with her father.
"I said what in the sam hell is going on? Your mother and I go away for the weekend and the very first night, we can't locate our only daughter!" Her dad's voice was rising with each word and Melissa could hear her mother in the background trying to calm him.
"I'm sorry Dad," she interrupted. Turning her back to Robert she fought to remember the engineered explanation. "I locked myself out of the house. So Jen drove me over here to Uncle Robert—"
She heard Robert hiss at the 'uncle' reference and looked back only to find him with his head against the back of the couch and his arm thrown over his eyes. Realizing her father had asked her a question, she hastened to continue the contrived story.
From his position on the couch, Robert could hear Melissa moving around and could catch snippets of her end of the conversation.
"Uh huh...scared to stay alone...creepy...stay the night..."
'What a joke'
he thought to himself. '
No, actually Peter
,' the little devil popped onto his shoulder to explain, '
what happened was your daughter came over here hoping I would fuck the shit out of her.'
He cringed at the crude gleeful tone of his inner demon.
A soft cough had him uncovering his eyes. She stood a step away from him still clutching the shirt, his shirt, to her chest and holding out the phone. "He wants to talk to you."
She began to chew on her lip as he warily took the cell phone from her outstretched hand. "Yeah man," he answered.
"Hey buddy. Sorry 'bout Mel. I can't believe she flaked like that but thanks for taking her in. I told her that she better not cause any trouble."
Robert looked at the half-naked young woman standing in front of him and thought of all the ways she could definitely be a problem for him. He fought to keep his mind on his friend's voice.
"Hey, not a problem, man," Robert said into the phone, catching and holding Melissa's gaze. "I'm sure we'll be okay. You guys just go and enjoy yourselves."
He heard Evelyn's faint giggle over the line and Peter's distracted voice simply say, "Thanks again, buddy."
The sudden click told Robert that the conversation was over. Slowly he closed his cell phone and set it down on the couch beside him. He continued to look at Melissa. The silence grew as he studied her tense half-covered form. "Fuck," he muttered faintly, scrubbing his face as he let his head fall back.
"So everything's okay, right?" Her soft question had him cutting a look at her.
"No Lissa. Everything is not okay. That was your father, my friend, calling right at the exact moment I had you half naked in my lap and your tit in my damn mouth. That is so
not
okay."
He knew his language was rude but he needed her to see the situation for was it was. From the way her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp, he figured the crudeness worked. She jerked a little as if the words had a physical impact and the shirt, his shirt, slipped down to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. He groaned at the sight.
Maybe if he hadn't groaned. Maybe if he had been able to be stoic and impassive at the sight of her, she would have walked away, but that one small sound had her straightening and narrowing her eyes at him. Whatever she saw had a small coy smile spreading slowly across her face.
With a confidence she didn't know she possessed, she took the step toward him. When he made a motion to move, she quickly straddled him, resuming her earlier position.
Frozen by the intent he could see in her eyes, the hot resolve he could feel radiating from her body, he could only sit and stare at her. Her voice low and throaty teased his senses, "You don't mean that, Robert."
He tried to shake his head, tried to speak but her hand lowered and the shirt, his shirt, slipped again, this time revealing just the tips of her breasts. Her nipples played peek-a-boo with the fabric and his mouth went dry.
She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Admit it, you like it. You liked..." She paused to gather the courage to repeat his earlier words. "You liked having my tit in your mouth."
The combination of her warm breath and the words in his ear caused him to shudder. He could feel her smile against his cheek and then he felt just the faint flick of her tongue against his ear lobe. He moaned.
She sat back and waited for him to look her in the eyes. "Admit it, Robert," she said softly. "You want this as much as I do."
She could see the battle being waged within him, his desire fighting with his sense of duty to her father. The coquette in her laughed and urged her forward.
His eyes darkened with lust. She could feel his desire rising beneath her. She let his shirt slip from her fingers but kept her hands over her breast. She could feel him tense in an effort not to reach for her. Not content to simply sit there, she began to rock against the bulge pressing up into her. Her hands no longer simply covered her breasts – they began to knead and massage them. Every now and then one of her nipples would slip between her fingers and she would release a small moan at the friction.
Robert was now shaking with the effort to control himself. His control broke when her third dare took on a pleading tone. "Please Robert. Please want me."
Releasing himself from self-imposed restraint, he surged forward. His shaking hands clasped her head as his mouth silenced her plea. His tongue swept into her open mouth and laid claim. Her hands stole around his rib cage to clutch at his back and her soft breasts were crushed against the sharp planes of his chest. They both moaned at the contact. Her teasing had unleashed something wild and dangerous in him. She could feel the sharp taste of his need in his kiss. His tongue flicked and danced within the moist, wet contours of her mouth, leaving her gasping at the onslaught of sensations. He tilted her head and again his mouth took hers. She was being devoured and in the presence of his unbridled lust, the coquette within her fled.
He could sense her retreat and inwardly cursed himself for losing control. Loosening his grip in her hair, he gentled the kiss. He began to nibble at her lips and murmur, "Sweet...lovely...Lissa..."
She let out a soft moan as his words beckoned to her.
"Beautiful Lissa," he rasped. "God, I want you. Need you so damn much."
His hands combed through her hair, laying it down her back and across her shoulders with his fingers. Still he continued to whisper to her. "Want you too damn much."
Her head fell back as he trailed kisses down her throat. She arched back, giving him unfettered access to her body. He growled in appreciation as her breasts were again within reach of his mouth. His tongue curled around one distended nipple.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh!"
A wild primal feeling of possession filled him as her hands once again curled into his hair, urging him closer. He drew the hardened tip further into his mouth and he was rewarded with another sharp cry. Melissa could feel the pull of his tongue all the way to the core of her being. A warm liquid heat began to pool between her thighs and she sobbed at the new sensation.
They hung there, seemingly suspended above the couch. Melissa bowed back upon Robert's lap. He had curved up and was suckling at her young breast. Finally he let it slip from his mouth and turned his face to nuzzle the space between the two firm globes of her flesh. The rasp of his stubble on her sensitive skin had her crying out. He turned his attention to her other breast, gently licking and sucking at the engorged nub.
Melissa wanted to feel that pull again and arched into his mouth. She tried to get him to do more than simply tease, but still he kept his touch light. Just a flick of the tongue, a brush of the lips, an exhalation of breath – only the barest, most fleeting contact, designed to drive her crazy and succeeding.
When he finally, lovingly suctioned her nipple into his mouth, she sobbed. She could feel the corresponding warmth radiating from her center. He hummed and the vibrations had her jerking and again pushing herself up to him.
Again Robert let the tip slide from his lips. She wanted to cry out at the loss of his rough tongue on her. He leaned back and brought his hands around to skim lightly over her bare stomach. It contracted at the touch, and he chuckled.
"Lissa, look at me," he softly commanded.
